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FABLE XVIII. The Lady and the Wasp.

As Chloe, with affected Air,
Sat lolling in her Easy-Chair,
An amorous Wasp around her slew,
Perch'd on her Lip, and sipt the Dew.
She frowns, she frets.—He makes Reply,
With Love I burn, I rage, I die.—
She smiles, forgives:—He claps his Wings:
But soon she finds that Wasps have Stings.—
“Ladies, that are with Coxcombs great,
“Mourn their ill Conduct soon or late.